(Author's note: 'Nieve' is the anglicised form of the name 'Niamh'. CW: manipulation, cheating (but not yet))
Chapter Two
There are any number of ways to wake up, but the woman you love stroking your cock has to be one of the best. "Mmm?" I said, incoherently.
"Shhh," she whispered. I could feel her mischievous smile against my chest. "You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you." Her hand was making a persuasive case. I let myself sink into the pillow.
Her hand moved along my length for a little while, then she moved under the covers, kissing my chest, then my stomach. I felt her breath on my cock. "Okay," she said, almost to herself, and began to lick. Just the tip of her tongue, then she started to use more of it, treating my dick like an ice cream cone.
I expected her to get me nice and hard (not much of a challenge like this) and then for us to move into vaginal sex. Instead, I felt her hand grip the base of my cock as her lips stretched to take the head into her mouth. She sucked gently.
I groaned in pleasure and felt her sucking grow more powerful, as if she'd been worried that I wouldn't like it. With one hand I reached down to move the covers out of the way and stroke her hair. I saw my beautiful wife's big blue eyes looking back at me, her mouth stretched tight around my cock. She looked--anxious? Without taking her mouth off my cock, she gave me a little glare and pulled the covers back over her head. Apparently she wasn't ready for me to watch.
Little slurping and sucking noises continued from under the covers, and I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the sensation. She tried to take a bit more of me in her mouth, gagged a little, and went back to just the head. For a first blowjob it was--not great, objectively. Her teeth would scrape ever so often, she could barely fit the first inch of me inside, and she had forgotten about using her tongue. Having said that, it was still a blowjob--an UNSOLICITED blowjob--from my wife, who would previously never have considered such a thing. Despite her lack of technique, it wasn't long before I was close to finishing.
"Honey?" I said. "I'm getting ready to." Her mouth came off my cock with disappointing alacrity.
"Yes," she said, moving up my body a little and nestling my cock between her pillowy breasts. "Yes! Come for me!" She began to move her chest up and down, pressing her breasts together to make a lovely soft tunnel. This was how she'd often gotten me off when we were dating, before she was comfortable going all the way with me. The memory was enough to tip me over.
"Unh!" I came. The first shot was powerful enough to hit her in the chin, and she quickly put a hand over the head of my cock to catch the next ones, giggling all the while. When I had finished, she gave me a big smile.
"How'd you like that?"
"I think you can tell exactly how I liked it," I said, gesturing at our sticky bodies. She giggled harder.
"I am going to go get cleaned up," she announced. "And then you can get cleaned up and make me breakfast." She rolled off the bed and walked over to our bathroom. I watched her ass sway as she did, and for once she took her time rather than scurrying off. I lay back and half-closed my eyes. An excellent way to start the morning.
In the bathroom, Nieve had started the shower. While she waited for the water to get hot, she was looking at herself in the mirror. I wondered what she was thinking, seeing herself naked, disheveled, and with streaks of cum between her breasts. She looked into her own reflection's eyes for a long while, then, without looking away, used a fingertip to scoop up a little droplet that was making its way down her chest. Still looking herself dead in the eyes, she slipped her finger into her mouth. I could see her tongue lick around it, then her throat as she swallowed. My cock twitched. My wife's first taste of semen.
What was her expression? She didn't look disgusted, which was a relief. She looked thoughtful. Curious. One might say, intrigued. As she got in the shower I got up and used a washcloth to clean up the majority of the mess on my own body. How very, very interesting. I had questions for Lacey.
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Around the breakfast table my children's performative eyerolls let me know that Nieve and I had not been discreet enough, either this morning or last night, or, likely, both. Ah, well. Nieve and I smiled and snuck little touches in while the children expressed their disgust that old people might have sex. Melly, too young to understand the others' reaction, still played along, which was adorably cute, and undercut the other two nicely.
Coffee, several eggs, and a couple of english muffins later, and I would happily have taken Nieve back upstairs for another round. Unfortunately, it was not to be. The day was full, and by the time we'd gotten everyone dressed and ready to go, the moment had passed. We managed a quick makeout session upstairs before we had to leave.
The night before, and Nieve's unexpected morning wakeup, had me somewhat distracted through the rest of the day, which she found hilarious. She caught me edging the same side of one of the raised flower beds for several minutes, and when I came back to reality to find her giggling and waving from the window, she blew me a kiss and then disappeared. I went back to my yard work.
At dinner I opened a bottle of wine, and afterwards Nieve and I sat downstairs and had a glass together. She snuggled against me on the couch.
"This isn't bad," she said, holding her glass up to the light.
"No," I said. "Better than those shots?"
She blushed a little. "Easier to drink," she said, trying to outface her embarrassment.
"How did Lacey talk you into that?"
She paused. "She can be very persuasive," she said. What was that hesitation? I wasn't getting the whole story. But before I could probe further, she set down her glass and climbed into my lap. Her breasts inches from my face were also very persuasive. I dropped the subject and lifted her top. She tossed her head back and let me enjoy her body.
We made love that night, pleasantly. There was no return to Nieve's morning experimentation or her naughtiness of the night before, just a nice, easy session. Lots of kissing and groping, long and slow, looking down at my wife's flushed, ecstatic face. When we'd both finished and were lying next to each other, holding hands, she whispered, "That was nice."
"Yes it was," I said. And it had been. Nice. So why did I feel a little unsatisfied? Because I'd gotten a taste of her being open to more, and now we were falling back into our old pattern, I answered myself. Did I want more? I did, I answered myself again. I wanted a lot more.
She was already asleep. I carefully covered her up and went downstairs.
"Hey." A classic opening, giving nothing away.
"hey" Lacey replied immediately. I wasn't the only one up late.
"So about your girls night out."
"price 4 that info is u take me out to lunch"
"Tuesday. 1p. Meet at Red House?" A thumbs-up was my answer.
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"Sporty," I said, giving Lacey a hug.
"Thanks! I'm going to my lesson right after this." She was wearing a white tennis dress, over which she'd thrown a light sweater. She wore it well, and seeing more of her toned legs was not unappealing. She looked me up and down. "I will never get used to seeing you in a suit."
"First impressions."
"Oh, so you always think of me wearing all black and with a nose ring?"
"Actually," I started, before she smacked me. "Actually," I continued, ignoring her punch, "yes, kind of. You were a fairly memorable sight as a tiny freshman baby goth."
"Asshole," she said, smiling. I sat back down as she arranged herself into the chair across from me.
